Despre....viata

I have this friend. This beautiful, genuine, giving creature. I can tell that he needs someone to really talk to. Someone who will care for him in the way that friends really should care for each other. But he is unsure, afraid, hurt. He doesn't feel he can trust me enough. He doesn't feel secure enough to tell me things... to be vulnerable in front of me. So instead, he denies the problem and makes small talk or no talk. Instead, he turns away from me. Pulls away from the possible friendship we could have if he would just take a chance.If he would just believe me when I say that no matter what he says, I will still love him just the same, that I will probably love him more for it. But he won't let himself near enough to me to become good friends. I don't know if he ever will. So I just have to sit by and watch, wishing we knew each other better.Wishing I could become his wings.


Prietenii sunt acele personele care iti fac viata mai palpitanta.Acele persoane care in inima lor poarta dragostea pentru tine, care uneori te enerveza si-ti provoaca multe dureri de cap.Insa daca nu ar fi existat acele finte nu cred ca viata ar fi fost la fel de frumoasa.Si sincer acum va intreb:viata nu e frumoasa? Adica mi-e mise pare ca e , chiar daca mai sunt mici lucruri care ne pun pe jar, dar in rest daca sti cum sa o traiesti viata e superba.Bine recunosc ......doar grea.